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On the bus ride to work today, I saw a chubby, middle-aged woman dressed as a big, furry, dowdy bumblebee. Her glasses were askew and great big locks of her grey hair hung around her shoulders, but everything else was 100% fuzzy Bumblebee. She had big, black, fuzzy antennaes sticking up off of her head that bounced and swayed with the stops and starts of the #11 bus. And her big belly made a pretty accurately analogous thorax. She didn't look happy to be in her costume. Maybe she was thinking, "I have to wear this dang thing all day long."
At the 7 - 11 where I bought my donut and milk, the clerk was wearing a slap-dash whiteface getup, with big, black smudgy dark ovals over his eyes. Over that, he wore his normal glasses and the rest of his ensemble was the normal wear of a 7-11 clerk. At first I thought, "Well, maybe he's a vampire. Or maybe he's a dead guy. Or maybe he's a 7-11 clerk, making a subtle comments about his job conditions, by dressing as one of the living dead." That's what I would do. His make up looked like it was corporately mandated.
I didn't ask him what he was. I thought that would've embarrased us both.
Today doesn't feel like Halloween.
It feels like a Wednesday.
Already, I'm at my desk, making my way through a difficult contract draft. I have a ton of small detailed items to deal with, ahead of me. I think I would be annoyed if I had makeup on right now. Or a big, dangly pair of fuzzy antennaes bobbing in and out of my field of vision.
Besides that, I'm alone here in my tiny office. And is there anything more pathetic than a sad, little person, wearing some sad, little costume, sequestered alone, because of his work demands?
Happy (Day Of) Halloween, Everybody.
Cheers,
Mr.B
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